Every teenager comes to a point when they want to move out of their parent’s house. For many this takes place when they go away to college, but for many others the decision is made so they can have more freedom. Regardless of the reason someone decided on moving out on their own the changes take place very drastically. When I turned eighteen I decided that I wanted to spread my wings and move out of my mom’s house. Little did I know how different it would be living on my own, and here I am a year and a half later back at my mom’s. This decision meant a lot to me because even though I loved being on my own, it was harder then I ever imagined.
Living at home with my mom meant I was in charge of paying my car payment and that was it. This meant that the rest of my paycheck each week was used for whatever I wanted. Going to the mall and buying an outfit or two was something I became very used to. Having extra cash didn’t seem so important until I had to live without it. Simple things like getting my hair done came so easy when I lived at home that I never imagined a time where things would be any different. Even if I needed some extra spending money my mom was always there to lend me some. My mom always bought al
Responsibility changed tremendously after I moved out on my own. As I mentioned before, my car was about the only thing I was in charge of so responsibility was not something I was accustomed to. Cleaning and cooking were small things that once in a while I would do to help my mom out when she was really busy. Laundry was something I barely even knew how to do because my mom never made me do it. Saying that my mom did almost everything for me would be putting it lightly. Helping out around the house was kind of like an option for me so of course I always wanted to go out and have fun instead of washing dishes. Responsibility has always been important to me because I knew someday being on my own would be an issue. Someone being around that was willing to do a lot of things for me my whole life took its toll on this aspect of my life.
l the groceries and cleaning supplies. Experience in using my own money to buy necessities was something I lacked.
The first few nights in my new apartment were actually kind of lonely. Not having someone around just to ask you how your day was made things a lot different. Soon after I settled in my new place it started to sink in just how much privacy I really had. Friends could come over all the time, I could stay up as late as I wanted, I didn’t have to share anything, and I could come and go whenever I pleased. This might seem really nice, but it didn’t take me long to get sick of staying out really late. Having friends over every day was fun for a while, but it got old as soon as I was broke from them eating all my food. Now it made sense every time my mom yelled at me about how much food and pop my friends consumed at our house. Picking up after myself was hard enough and when my friends would come over it got even worse. Freedom was a lot different because if I wanted to leave at four in the morning for some reason I could without hesitation. There was nobody around to yell at me for coming home late or for being too loud when they were trying to sleep.
Freedom and privacy were two reasons I wanted to get my own place so badly. W